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6 Can else inflict, do I repent or change, Though changed in outward lustre, that fixed mind, And high disdain from sense of injured merit, That with the Mightiest raised me to contend, And to the fierce contention brought along Innumerable force of Spirits armed, That durst dislike his reign, and, me preferring, His utmost power with adverse power opposed, In dubious battle on the plains of Heaven, And shook his throne. What though the field be lost, All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield, And what is else not to be overcome That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee, and deify his power, Who, from the terror of this arm, so late Doubted his empire,—that were low indeed, That were an ignominy and shame beneath This downfall. Since by fate the strength of Gods And this empyreal substance cannot fail; Since, through experience of this great event, In arms not worse, in foresight much advanced. We may with more successful hope resolve